Sunday morning... coffee’s getting cold
Another story... that’s already been told
I trace the patterns... on your side of the bed
Replaying the words... that we never said...
The rain is tapping... a rhythm on the glass
Waiting for this... heavy feeling to pass
But it stays... like dust on the shelf
I’m just a stranger... to my own self...
It’s a slow... relapse... in the dark
Still trying... to find... that spark
I’m just a fool... stuck in the yesterday
Watching the colors... all fade into grey...
Fabric of your shirt... still smells like the fall
Shadows of us... dancing on the wall
I keep the lights low... to keep you around
Silence is a noise... that’s making a sound
It’s a habit... I don’t want to break
A beautiful mess... for goodness sake...
I’m not running... I’m standing still
If time is a cure... I’m taking the pill...
How many times... do I have to fall?
Before I realize... there’s nothing at all
Just the echo... just the echo...
It’s a slow... relapse... in the dark
Still trying... to find... that spark
I’m just a fool... stuck in the yesterday
Watching the colors... all fade into grey...
Just a relapse...
Again...
